I know a clean way out, the vandals made it lownThe day so lean, the night time slips in a songnThere was a shot way out, down past VarinanI burn my bed and run naked in the WinternnWell oh well, the pines are getting to me, consider my life,nI'm wild but I'm not freennBy all accounts it was a heavy snownBrown is black by contrast I'm aglownI hear, Wait, you! I'm a man, you're the beast!nBut I'm just running so how can that be?nnWell oh well, the pines are getting to me, consider my lifenI'm wild but I'm not freenWell oh well, the pines are getting to me, believe me my eyes,nThere's a thousand left like mennReconstruct my body, capture me in flightnGlue in resin marbles, give me shiny eyesnLife like